The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 386: National first- and third-level actors! The last saint in history! Zhu Xi: Who else could I be?
Cai Jing emerged from the crowd of warblers and looked at the sky in shock.

"So many beauties? What kind of knowledge are we going to discuss?"

The sheep-tongued carp was stunned for a moment, and then said in a cold voice: "It's inappropriate!"

He sat on the low desk, picked up the penknife and put it down again without carving a word.

"Actually, it's okay to discuss knowledge." Yangtongue looked at the sky with a righteous face.

[On the sofa, the secretary with loose hair crossed her legs and said, "Give me five million, otherwise, don't blame me for releasing the photo we just took."]

[Mr. Hou didn’t expect that this woman had a hand in reserve, and said angrily: “Then let it go, I want a divorce anyway!”]

[Unexpectedly, the woman actually posted the photo online the next day, and Mr. Hou knocked on the secretary’s door with a paper bag in his hand]

["Wen Ting, I brought five million here, can you open the door?"]

Things took a turn for the worse, leaving everyone stunned.

If the other party just asks for the five million this time, that's it. If he insists on holding on...

Just like him, he has been corrupted many times, but every time he has acted cautiously and swept his tail clean.

Cai Jingle said: "This Mr. Hou is nothing more than this!"

Cai Jing ignored them. He looked at the woman in the sky and wondered.

Ji Xiaolan also knew that he was a corrupt official, but even if he couldn't find any evidence, there was nothing he could do to him!
Mr. Hou was actually blackmailed by a woman.

A voice suddenly sounded, and the scene in the sky changed!
[The last saint in Chinese history! 】

suddenly!

He Shen pointed at Mr. Hou in the sky and joked: "Hahaha, if you don't do things carefully, will this give people a clue?"

The concubine next to her shivered when she heard this.

How dare a woman spread such pictures of herself everywhere just for money?
How cruel!
but……

In other words, this approach will not work.

"There are so many beauties, hehe, will this happen to women?"

You still have so many beauties. Will the boat capsize in the gutter this time?

"What's the matter? Just kill him." Cai Jing frowned.

He Shen laughed happily, but his tone was still a bit sour.

Qing Dynasty.

Song.

"Then report her to the Yamen. What I wanted to do for you is now being used to extort money! If it doesn't work, treat her the way you want!"

He twirled the two beads in his hand and said, "This man must be cautious in his actions."

"Sir." A concubine whispered: "Later generations seem to demand the rule of law."

He actually gave that woman five million?
Money is not an issue, but this is too embarrassing!

[We all know that the first sage in China was Confucius, but who was the last sage? ! 】

saint?

Dong Zhongshu stood up from the cushion and looked at the sky in surprise, "After Confucius, there are still saints in China!"

This is simply unbelievable.

There are still people in later generations who can compare with Confucius!

"Quick, quick, quick! Prepare the bamboo slips and pens quickly!" Dong Zhongshu quickly walked out from behind the low desk and quickly ordered: "The three of them will simultaneously record every word and deed that Tianmu will say later!"

To be called a saint, one must be a great Confucian and a virtuous person like Confucius!
Every bit of speech related to it is precious!
Moreover, now that His Majesty has agreed to depose hundreds of schools of thought and only respect Confucianism, with the addition of these future generations of saints, why should Confucianism not flourish?

"Hahahaha!"

Dong Zhongshu stroked his long beard and laughed, "It's just the right time!"

Three Kingdoms.

On the school field, Guan Yu held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and confronted Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei was holding Zhang Ba's spear, sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked, "The last saint? Could it be that he is also a martial saint?" The two brothers had just fought heartily, and they will not continue now. .

"It is very possible that the first saint was Kong, a Confucian saint, and the last one was probably Wu."

Guan Yu's eyes were piercing and he locked the sky, trying to see who this martial saint might be.

"Hey! If you ask me, this Wu Sheng is my brother!" Zhang Fei shouted, patting his chest.

"There are mountains beyond the mountains." Guan Yu shook his head, but there was obvious expectation in his eyes.

Liu Bei, who had just arrived at the school grounds, looked worried, "If it weren't for Changyun, he would be disappointed."

"Don't worry, my lord." Zhuge Liang smiled slightly, "You may not be a Martial Saint yet."

Tang Dynasty.

"Oh?" Wang Xizhi finished the last stroke, threw the pen into the inkstone, and looked at the sky with interest.

"The last saint, I don't know what kind of saint he is."

He lazily leaned back against the pillar and guessed: "A Confucian saint after Confucius?"

"Quack, quack, quack," the big white goose raised its neck and shouted toward the sky.

Wang Xizhi laughed loudly and rubbed the big white goose's neck, "Lanting, are you also curious?"

"Quack quack—"

Song.

The last saint?
Zhu Xi straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and smiled lightly.

Why is there any need to guess about this last saint? It must be him without a doubt.

He compiled Neo-Confucianism into a comprehensive book, which he further developed and published.

Is there anyone else in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him on the path of Confucianism?
"The last saint, could it be Mr. Zhu?" A scholar at the table said loudly, showing a somewhat flattering look towards Zhu Xi.

"In my opinion, it's Mr. Zhu!"

"Mr. Zhu is a great Confucian of his generation. Throughout the ages, except for the saints Confucius and Mencius, who can compare with Mr. Zhu!"

"Since the introduction of Buddhism and Taoism, Confucianism has declined. Fortunately, Mr. Zhu has brought Confucianism to glory again, and even proposed the method of studying things to gain knowledge!"

As soon as the literati said the first words, many literati at the table echoed and complimented him.

Zhu Xi waved his hand and said calmly, "That's ridiculous."

But he did not deny everyone's speculation about the saint Tianmu said.

"Ha." Chen Liang sneered, "Studying things leads to knowledge. A principle can only be considered true if it is applied in practice and verified!"

"Wild lies! You are just jealous of Mr. Zhu, so you delve into these fallacies and use them against him!" Someone immediately refuted it.

Zhu Xi put down his teacup and said, "Mr. Chen, do you think this last saint is you?"

"Of course not, but it wouldn't be you either."

Zhu Xi laughed and didn't take it seriously. Besides him, who else could be worthy of the name of a saint?

The literati at the table burst into laughter, "Chen Liang, please don't slap me in the face later!"

At the same time, the sound of the sky curtain slowly sounded.

[The last saint is the master of mind learning, Wang Yangming! 】

[He was born in Zhejiang, and his father originally named him Yun]

The sound of the curtain fell to the ground, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Zhu Xi's confident and even complacent expression froze, and the hand stroking his long beard froze in mid-air.

The scholar who had just shouted that Chen Liang would slap him in the face later, suddenly stopped.

What?
The last saint is Wang Yangming, not Mr. Zhu?

What is this mind science? Who is Wang Yangming?

(End of this chapter)